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Lin and Bai Quexin's gazes missed each other as, from Bai Quexin's angle, he couldn't see Lin's strange smile. Lin's straight punch still carried an unstoppable momentum!
Just as the fist was about to reach Lin's chest, he quickly sidestepped, evading Bai Quexin's attack like a mudfish.
The originally forward-facing fists suddenly spread wide, forcefully embracing Bai Quexin's upper body.
This was just the first step. Lin immediately stabilized his stance and pulled his arms upward, attempting to throw Bai Quexin off with a backward slam!
What a move, Drunken Disciple Embracing the Wine Jar!
Lin's series of techniques flowed seamlessly without any flaws, from the initial misdirection to the mid-phase transition of moves, and finally employing Tai Chi's technique of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.
If he were facing an opponent of equal level, they would surely be caught off guard and suffer greatly. Unfortunately, his opponent was Bai Quexin.
"Good one!"
Bai Quexin genuinely praised him; the transformation in this move made him feel it was tricky!
But it was merely tricky. A seasoned warrior like Bai Quexin would not be easily subdued by such a technique.
With a sudden shake of his shoulder, Bai Quexin summoned all his strength to his shoulder. Although he was using only one arm, that arm was as powerful as a dragon or elephant!
Lin had just locked onto Bai Quexin, but he couldn't budge him; Bai Quexin's body felt anchored to the ground.
Then, Lin felt an electric shock-like sensation in his arms; he simply couldn't hold onto Bai Quexin.
"Take this!"
With a loud shout, Lin felt himself spinning as his arms were forcefully pulled apart, leaving him unable to react before being slammed to the ground.
By the time he regained his senses, Bai Quexin was already adjusting his clothes and casually lighting a cigarette...
Another loss. Lin had lost quite badly this time; it was a complete knockout!
Bai Quexin had rendered him defenseless, and if Bai Quexin had been an enemy, Lin would have died several times over.
"I lost..."
Sighing, Lin Yi sprang up like a carp. Although he had mentally prepared himself, losing so thoroughly still left him feeling somewhat dejected.
"Alright, everyone, I know what skills you have now. Next, I'll set up a training plan for you!"
Bai Quexin waved for the two of them to go cool off while he lowered his head to jot down notes on his communicator, focusing on creating the plan.
Teachers like Bai Quexin, who were so casual, were rare, but students like Lin and Xing Shifang were even rarer.
Lin and Xing Shifang exchanged glances and shrugged, quickly trying to slip away to rest and avoid provoking Bai Quexin again to prevent another round of punishment.
Just as they turned around, Bai Quexin suddenly called out to Lin again. He seemed to remember something and frowned as he asked, "Can I ask about your Martial Arts and its origins?"
"Oh, my Martial Arts were all passed down from my father. I don't even know what they're called; I just know that the technique I used earlier was Tai Chi..."
Lin De was somewhat vague; whenever he lied, he couldn't help but touch his nose.
"Is that so? Then could you share your father's full name?"
Bai Quexin truly didn't know that Lin Ruxue's information was all fake. Most of the useful details had been erased, leaving only his mother's name, while the rest of the information was quite ordinary.
"Lin Zhongxun."
Upon uttering this name, Lin Xin felt a pang in his heart. Every time he mentioned this man, whom he had never met but shared blood ties with, an inexplicable feeling always arose within him.
"Lin Zhongxun... Lin Zhongxun..."
Bai Quexin seemed somewhat familiar with this name but couldn't recall it immediately. After a moment of thought, his eyes suddenly widened, followed by a frown.
"Could it be him?"
As he pondered the rumors in his mind, Bai Quexin remembered someone who was not much older than him but whose status far exceeded his own—one of the two Captains of the Iron Body?
Noticing Bai Quexin's unusual reaction, Lin cautiously asked, "What's wrong, Teacher Bai? Is there an issue?"
"It's nothing. You two go wait over there for a bit!"
Waving his hand to dismiss Lin, Bai Quexin stared blankly at the two of them.
These two fellows had mysterious backgrounds; no wonder they seemed shrouded in fog. It seemed that their training plans would need to be adjusted!
Nodding, Bai Quexin eliminated the previous training plan and started drafting a new one.
Half an hour later, Lin and Xing Shifang were having a great time playing with the speed measurement machine when Bai Quexin called them over.
"This is your training plan. It's been sent to your communication devices. Take a look and see if you have any objections."
As Bai Quexin spoke, they each received an email and lowered their heads to read it.
Lin's email was not long; it contained just a few items. First was physical training, which included all exercises related to strength and speed, quite comprehensive.
Next was Virtual Combat Training, which took up a significant portion of the training time.
"Teacher Bai, what is this Virtual Combat Training?"
This was the first time Lin had encountered this course; he had never seen such training before.
"Virtual Combat Training is a more advanced combat system that utilizes the Virtual Network for Martial Arts exchanges. Its main purpose is to enhance your perspective and combat skills."
Bai Quexin lit a cigarette and continued, "Given your cultivation speed, I'm not worried about your progress. Your starting point is already high, so encountering more opponents now is crucial for you!"
Lin nodded; he did not oppose this point but felt something was off. After thinking for a moment, he frowned and said, "But, Teacher Bai, it seems you've forgotten about the meditation course. Without meditation sessions, how can I cultivate Inner Qi?"
"Meditation? You expect me to leave you time for that? Find your own time!"
Bai Quexin exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling justified, which left Lin Wuli speechless.
At that moment, Xing Shifang walked over with a frown and glanced at Lin's training plan, protesting, "Teacher Bai, why is my training plan all about physical training and meditation? Look at Brother; he doesn't have any meditation time, and mine takes up a large portion!"
"What's more..."
Xing Shifang's voice grew louder, seemingly filled with grievances.
"What else?"
Bai Quexin raised an eyebrow, looking ready to retaliate if provoked further.
This expression made Xing Shifang shrink back slightly, but after a moment of thought, he stubbornly continued, "Also, my class time is more than double that of Brother; why don't I have Virtual Combat Training?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Quexin gave him a sharp knock on the head!
"You still have the nerve! Your training time is so much longer than his; shouldn't you be practicing more? He has to squeeze in his meditation time himself while you can relax and still complain so much!"
Exhaling another puff of smoke, Bai Quexin continued, "You two are different. Shifang, you have a gap to close. You need to catch up on your training first. Your potential is not just this; your training is solid. However, he lacks too much experience and has rigid combat skills, which is why your courses differ."
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